Soulmates (5/8)
Soulmates
Title: Soulmates (5/8).
Author: ash_tree_house
Rating: NC-17.
Genre and/or Pairing: AU, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Billy, Castiel/Allan.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Warningsac: Bit of fluff, soft porn, Allan. And English is my second language. Unbeta'ed.
Word Count: 1915.
Summary: Dean has lost his soul mate and isn't interested in a new relationship. Castiel is a very naughty boy. And what will Allan do?
Friday
Dean was awoken abruptly by his alarm clock. He felt confused and dizzy. He usually woke before the alarm went off. Then he felt an arm around his waist and as the memory of the previous night came rolling over him he had to stifle a not very manly giggle. He turned over and saw Cas was fast asleep despite the angry sounding alarm. He turned it off and kissed Cas with little kisses until he started to stir.
They took a shower together, Castiel's fantasy of Dean blowing him off in the shower coming true. Dean felt completely out of practice and apologized at least three times because he felt he wasn't doing it well enough. Castiel, on the other hand, thought it was the most spectacular blow job he'd had in years. The mere fact that it was Dean giving it to him brought him halfway to orgasm. Allan wasn't really a giver in that direction, only giving head when he wanted something big from Cas or when he thought it had been a while and was afraid that Cas would start to look elsewhere for that particular need. Castiel's eyes were fixed on Dean the whole time. He was mesmerized by the fact that Dean looked to be enjoying it as much as he was. And Dean really was. He wanted to give Cas as much pleasure as he had received the night before and going down on him made Dean feel extremely close to him. He was still overwhelmed by such close contact after his years alone.
Castiel had to borrow a tie from Dean, the pink one being too noticeable to wear two days in a row and they went early to the course center so nobody would see them arrive together. Not that it was anybody's business what they did, but they wanted to keep it a secret for now. The day possitively crept by. Castiel was sending long lewd looks Dean's way and Dean couldn't help biting his pen with a provocative smirk, Cas making puppy noises at the sight.
During lunch Dean had to disappoint Castiel. His boss had sent him a message asking him to stop by the office when his class had finished and so they decided not to spend the evening together. Castiel thought he should go and see Allan. He owed it to him to end their relationship properly.
The course was finished at the end of the day. Everybody said goodbye and wished eachother good luck for the future. Dean drove off to his offices and Castiel went home to get a hold of Allan, promising to call the same evening.
When Dean later came home he felt saddened his house was empty. It had been fantastic to eat breakfast with Cas, having someone to laugh with. His boss had called him in to tell him about the promotion he had been expecting to get. It was a great deal. His working hours would be more flexible and he could even work from home some days. And there was a small pay rise. He had bought champagne on the way home hoping he would get to celebrate with Cas later. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the thought of Cas. He was surprised how quickly and how hard he had fallen for him. He really hoped Cas would tell him later that he was free to start a relationship with Dean.
Dean went into the living room, his eyes catching sight of the Fender. He took it down and strummed a few tunes on it. Then he hung it back up, drove into town and bought some flowers. He went to the cemetary to visit Billy's grave suddenly feeling the loss of him in a whole new way. Meeting Castiel and spending the night with him had given him a taste of how his life could have been. He sat by the headstone for a while suddenly sobbing uncontrollably; crying for Billy who didn't deserve to die, crying for himself and crying with gratefullness for having met Cas. When it was over he dried his eyes with the back of his hand and hoped he hadn't been seen. If there was a place in public you could cry without being stared at it was at the cemetary, but he was a grown man after all. He felt best doing his crying in private. He sat for a while longer considering if he should call Cas when he got home, then decided against it. He didn't want to disturb in the middle of the break-up.
Cas didn't call that night. Dean waited and waited, starting to get a little paranoid. He finally decided to go to bed and if Castiel hadn't left a message for him when he got up tomorrow he would call.
Title: Soulmates (5/8).
Author: ash_tree_house
Rating: NC-17.
Genre and/or Pairing: AU, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Billy, Castiel/Allan.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Warningsac: Bit of fluff, soft porn, Allan. And English is my second language. Unbeta'ed.
Word Count: 1915.
Summary: Dean has lost his soul mate and isn't interested in a new relationship. Castiel is a very naughty boy. And what will Allan do?
Friday
Dean was awoken abruptly by his alarm clock. He felt confused and dizzy. He usually woke before the alarm went off. Then he felt an arm around his waist and as the memory of the previous night came rolling over him he had to stifle a not very manly giggle. He turned over and saw Cas was fast asleep despite the angry sounding alarm. He turned it off and kissed Cas with little kisses until he started to stir.
They took a shower together, Castiel's fantasy of Dean blowing him off in the shower coming true. Dean felt completely out of practice and apologized at least three times because he felt he wasn't doing it well enough. Castiel, on the other hand, thought it was the most spectacular blow job he'd had in years. The mere fact that it was Dean giving it to him brought him halfway to orgasm. Allan wasn't really a giver in that direction, only giving head when he wanted something big from Cas or when he thought it had been a while and was afraid that Cas would start to look elsewhere for that particular need. Castiel's eyes were fixed on Dean the whole time. He was mesmerized by the fact that Dean looked to be enjoying it as much as he was. And Dean really was. He wanted to give Cas as much pleasure as he had received the night before and going down on him made Dean feel extremely close to him. He was still overwhelmed by such close contact after his years alone.
Castiel had to borrow a tie from Dean, the pink one being too noticeable to wear two days in a row and they went early to the course center so nobody would see them arrive together. Not that it was anybody's business what they did, but they wanted to keep it a secret for now. The day possitively crept by. Castiel was sending long lewd looks Dean's way and Dean couldn't help biting his pen with a provocative smirk, Cas making puppy noises at the sight.
During lunch Dean had to disappoint Castiel. His boss had sent him a message asking him to stop by the office when his class had finished and so they decided not to spend the evening together. Castiel thought he should go and see Allan. He owed it to him to end their relationship properly.
The course was finished at the end of the day. Everybody said goodbye and wished eachother good luck for the future. Dean drove off to his offices and Castiel went home to get a hold of Allan, promising to call the same evening.
When Dean later came home he felt saddened his house was empty. It had been fantastic to eat breakfast with Cas, having someone to laugh with. His boss had called him in to tell him about the promotion he had been expecting to get. It was a great deal. His working hours would be more flexible and he could even work from home some days. And there was a small pay rise. He had bought champagne on the way home hoping he would get to celebrate with Cas later. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the thought of Cas. He was surprised how quickly and how hard he had fallen for him. He really hoped Cas would tell him later that he was free to start a relationship with Dean.
Dean went into the living room, his eyes catching sight of the Fender. He took it down and strummed a few tunes on it. Then he hung it back up, drove into town and bought some flowers. He went to the cemetary to visit Billy's grave suddenly feeling the loss of him in a whole new way. Meeting Castiel and spending the night with him had given him a taste of how his life could have been. He sat by the headstone for a while suddenly sobbing uncontrollably; crying for Billy who didn't deserve to die, crying for himself and crying with gratefullness for having met Cas. When it was over he dried his eyes with the back of his hand and hoped he hadn't been seen. If there was a place in public you could cry without being stared at it was at the cemetary, but he was a grown man after all. He felt best doing his crying in private. He sat for a while longer considering if he should call Cas when he got home, then decided against it. He didn't want to disturb in the middle of the break-up.
Cas didn't call that night. Dean waited and waited, starting to get a little paranoid. He finally decided to go to bed and if Castiel hadn't left a message for him when he got up tomorrow he would call.